i'll make you smile just so i can sit and look at it
last night when i was stoned i felt so creative and beautiful. while i was walking to the drink machine to get juice (nigga what the fuck is JUICE?) i became convinced that i could taste the walls. what i mean to say is that by concentrating on the colour of the walls i felt like my eyes were seeing as well as tasting. The walls in my dorm are a very comforting pastel yellow and they tasted like vanilla. then when i got back i turned off all the lights and lay on my bed with my flashlight. i got a pencil and began writing and drawing all over my history notes.
i drew eyeballs in a variety of different shapes and sizes. the pupils became hearts and stars and flowers and daggers, i drew cats and hands and triangles. then i wrote about what it means to be a woman. its too disjointed and ambiguous to share with anyone, but i plan to revise it some day. haha and i wrote a poem about what i called the gnawing and complicated desire to sleep and sprint at the same time. and then of course i drew my name in an array of different fonts and colours. after we got high all the boys went to play smash bros so i had to be by myself in my room- but it turned out to be pretty amazing
did you guys hear that proof was shot in the head in a nightclub?
i drew eyeballs in a variety of different shapes and sizes. the pupils became hearts and stars and flowers and daggers, i drew cats and hands and triangles. then i wrote about what it means to be a woman. its too disjointed and ambiguous to share with anyone, but i plan to revise it some day. haha and i wrote a poem about what i called the gnawing and complicated desire to sleep and sprint at the same time. and then of course i drew my name in an array of different fonts and colours. after we got high all the boys went to play smash bros so i had to be by myself in my room- but it turned out to be pretty amazing
did you guys hear that proof was shot in the head in a nightclub?